I have a great emo-tasticly, enjoyable qoute for all you sick ******** out there.
I hate my life. Unoriginal, yet true and straight to the godammn point.
I would love to meet one human who hasn't said this line before; and of a compatible age to understand the meaning thanks.
How many of us actually mean it? How many are actually willing to die with no hesitation or regrets? I can think of none; myself included.
What twist of fate leads us all to at one point or another admit, we hate our lives?
Are we simply ungrateful of life and expect more?
Or do we actually hate the concept and want to race through to find something more meaningful?
I personally have no Idea.
Maybe I'm ungrateful for everything, Or maybe I'm hoping to find more?
I know some people are put into bad situations, But what about the others? They might go through s**t but it's liveable.
What do we really hate that's so bad?
Le Spanky Community Member 
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